"Are you serious?" I asked her incredulously. She was holding up a long,blonde wig. It was straight and had some darker highlights. It waspretty much ... Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen the show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then. The smile on her face told him she’d had a good day. Very good – she started taking off her clothes right in front of the mirror. She’d forgotten the curtains again. Dave’s hand slid into his boxers, gently running his fingers across his testicles. Something was different. Claire took off her bra and let it fall to the floor like tissue paper. He let out a deep moan. She was gently caressing her breasts. He’d never seen her do that before! He grabbed hold of his shaft and began slowly running. The conversation went on into the evening until becoming sleepy, I excused myself and headed up to bed. Laying on the cot, listening to the murmur of conversations off in the distance, I reached into my pillowcase and pulled out Teresa's panties. Breathing in their comforting musk, I felt my body relaxing.Resting Teresa's panties across my face I ran my free hand across my chest touching my nipples, feeling them tingle beneath the sheets; an electrical connection to my groin. Letting thoughts. He then pulled my G-string to the side, rubbing my asshole gently with his index finger."Show me how bad you want it. Put it down your fucking throat, you slut." Daddy ordered. "And don't you fucking stop until my balls hit your fucking chin."Like a good little girl, I did just what I was told. I put the entire nine inches down my throat and gagged a little going down."Oh god. yeah, you are a good little slut." Daddy moaned.As I bobbed my head up and down on Daddy's thick member, Sir bent down.